In glittering Cloudsea City, the city closest to the Demon God's Sea, a paradise for the powerful and wealthy, the stars were invisible above the extravagant nightlife. It always made people mistakenly believe that every corner of the world was like this.
Wang Fumin gazed out the window as the alcohol in his blood gradually broke down.
He suddenly thought of his good friend Li Xianfeng and wanted to call him for a chat, to shoot the breeze.
The higher a person climbed, the fewer true friends he had; the false affection and lies only grew more numerous.
Sometimes, he could not even tell what was real.
The outcome of this trip could not have been better.
Trade between civilizations had been a tremendous success, and Human Civilization had reaped considerable gains.
Old Zhang might still be alive. Countless experts had analyzed the video footage over and over and concluded that it was indeed a human arm, apart from being a little green...
In short, Old Zhang might still be alive, but the other civilizations had already lowered their expectations. That was not necessarily a bad thing.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service. SORRY..."
Wang Fumin frowned slightly. The number... was no longer in service? How was that possible?
Instinctively sensing something wrong, he hurriedly called his secretary. "How has Paul Kachakin been lately? What happened to his personal number?"
The secretarial office, staffed around the clock, soon replied over the phone, "Do you mean Paul Kachakin, the partner at the Yuanguang Group?"
"Unfortunately, he died of illness during the first year of your expedition to the Demon God's Sea. Excessive exposure to supernatural phenomena caused genetic mutations that our current medical treatments could not cure. So he has passed away, and his phone number may